{"sf1_id":688446,"sf2_id":"zeR8l0An","title":"Fox Hunt 4","author":"KevinFoxboy","words":6044,"posted_at":"2014-04-03T23:17:00.000Z","tags":["Beagle","Bondage","Dalmatian","Fox","Fursuit","Horse","Human","M/F","Roleplay","Series","Tod","Vixen","larp"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/688446-fox-hunt-4","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/zeR8l0An","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/b2/8f/b28ffb81-470f-451b-bc5c-180c72829260","description":"#4 of HumanFox\n\n\"FoxHunt4\" (c) 2012 Kevin Foxboy.\nI lose the hunt and get tamed.","content":"Fox Hunt 4 - 2012-0913.2254  \nAdult anthro characters, adult situations and language, nudity.  \nAll text and situation (c)2012 Kevin Foxboy  \n  \nAnyway, by this time I was quiet, and I heard the hounds baying  \nand Alice's off-key short yap. The sexy Beagle bitch came around  \na bend in the road and Stan had noticed my trail sign, off the  \npath at the fourth aid station. Of course, he'd seen the post  \nand tray with energy drink still there, so he knew I hadn't  \ntaken it.  \n  \nAnd here the fake fox pawprints ended. Remember I'd gimmicked  \nthe ballet slippers with leather pads in canid shape, and the  \ndogs had been running along with theirs making dog prints. My  \nbiped stance only leaves hindpaw prints, but the pack turned  \nand followed the path.  \n  \nSince I'd already sprung the trap, they saw the hole and avoided  \nit. One of the Rottweilers came back and stood in front of it,  \nto warn the horses of the danger. She was a good girl. The fake  \nfur covered her arms and legs, but not her furry bra.  \n  \nAnyway, Master Alfonse came cantering along on his horse, and  \nsaw the bondage cage with me inside feeling really good and  \nstarting to moan. I'm fairly sure he was gonna get mad at the  \nhunt being interrupted, until he heard and saw his fox. Master  \nAlfonse is the man who taught me to enjoy the anchor.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Master Alfonse is the HuntMaster, not the owner of the Estate.  \nAlthough he was technically more important, he didn't make a  \nbig show of it and treated Masters Rosen and Williams as peers  \nbut not equals.  \n  \nThey told him they'd set a trap for animals, and I'd blundered  \nin because my ankle was still a bit sore. They treated me as  \ntheir captive, which was their right. When the rest of the  \nBeginners came walking up on their horses, they saw the fox  \nalready captured.  \n  \nNow if you think about it, in real fox hunts they have a trapper  \ncage a fox, then bring it to the start of the hunt and release  \nit, just as Master Alfonse does with Alice and me. I was rather  \nmind-squishy from the anchor rubbing me inside, and I'm not sure  \nthese people had seen a man in a fur suit bent over in a cage  \nbefore.  \n  \nTo be honest, it's humiliating to be seen with my bare rump up  \nin the air only covered with fake bushy tail. I feel nicely  \ndegraded, and I like it. I heard some disapproving murmurs  \nfrom the guests, because I hadn't been so exposed in the  \nbondage cage at the Lounge.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Anyway, I didn't listen to the masters talking, because it's  \nnone of my business. But Master Rosen strode to the cage and  \nspanked me again. All I could do was moan because I liked  \nthe sting, and I heard several snickers. I was excitingly  \nembarrassed.  \n  \nWhen Master Rosen unlocked my ankles, I was confused. I still  \nhad the cuffs on my ankles, my wrist cuffs were close-chained  \nand my collar was locked. I was told to back out of the cage,  \nand obeyed. As I came out, I fell to the ground on my knees  \nas a submissive.  \n  \n\\*  \n  \nAlice came up to me and saw me cowering in the fox suit. Her  \nBeagle snout rubbed against mine and she said, \"Kevin, are  \nyou hurt?\" I was afraid to answer, even though I'm required  \nto answer when a Dom/me speaks, because this was a Beagle  \nbitch. Or a girl.  \n  \nI felt a pull on the leash, and spoke. \"I tripped at the third  \nfork and fell onto the mossy rock, then lost the path for a bit.  \nBut I can still run.\" I knew that's what was important, not my  \ncomfort. Alice rubbed my snout and giggled. \"Nice snoutcuff,  \nfoxeh\", and felt the fake ears.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I murred, because I enjoyed the attention. Our masters had  \napparently decided the question of continuing the hunt, and  \nMaster Rosen seemed unhappy but accepted HuntMaster Alfonse's  \nopinion. I was to be set free to continue the hunt.  \n  \nBut 'set free' for a submissive is a relative term. I enjoyed  \nthe cold hard merciless steel on my soft warm yielding flesh,  \nand wanted it to stay locked on me. I could still run, and t  \nhat's what was important. It would be beyond rude of me to  \ninsult the paying guests by stopping.  \n  \nOne of the women spoke up. \"I've enjoyed chasing the fox, but  \nif he's been caught, I think we should let the men have him.  \nWe'll go back to the Lounge if it's OK. Sir Alfonse, what  \nsay you?\"  \n  \nOf course he wasn't a master to a free woman. She was just  \nbeing polite, not submissive. Master Alfonse's job was to  \nkeep the guests happy, so they'd come back and pay for  \nanother Hunt. These rich Main Line men and women were  \nused to getting their own way, but politely.  \n  \nIt was put to a vote. Most of the hunters were willing to  \nabort their outing, but almost all preferred to continue.  \nThey'd enjoyed chasing me, and saw no reason to quit.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; And to be honest, I wanted to run too. I was moaning from  \nthe anchor rub, and I wanted Master Rosen to do me more.  \nBut I knew my duty was to the whole group of guests. It  \nwasn't really my choice anyway, there wasn't a real  \ndisagreement, and I wasn't injured.  \n  \nSo it was a point of honor for me to continue, and not  \nto safeword out of the submissive fox roleplay. I begged  \nMasters Rosen and Williams to let me come back later  \nand resume my place in their cage, and that got a  \ngood laugh.  \n  \nDalmatian boy had left the group, since it was a discussion  \nbetween free people. It was a bit of a breach of role, since  \nthe dogs were supposed to be on their knees. But he heard  \nme moan, and I hadn't had much to drink since using up the  \nenergy drink running.  \n  \nThere was another reason I was uncomfortable, and it had to  \ndo with those two drinks. Sure I'd gotten hot and sweated a  \nbit, but the fluids had to go somewhere. Those anchor pokes  \nthat had felt so good in my prostate also prodded my bladder.  \n  \nDalboy knew I was holding liquid, and he didn't really care  \nmuch for my comfort, but it was his duty to give our guests  \na good hunt. He knew I needed energy to complete the run,  \nand relief as well. He padded back to the cage I was still  \nkneeling in front of, and fell to his own furry knees at  \nHuntMaster Alfonse's feet.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \\*  \n  \nAfter a few minutes the Master bothered to acknowledge his  \ndog. \"What do you want, Dalmatian?\" He'd seen the spots and  \nknew the species, but didn't care who wore the snout mask.  \nIt wasn't important anyway. The Dalboy spoke softly but  \nclearly, as a submissive should.  \n  \n\"If the hunt is to continue, Master, the fox has been running  \nand was caged, so his muscles may have stiffened. He may need  \nthis drink and a chance to ...\" Here he paused, because women  \nwere listening, and he was afraid to insult them with mere  \nfox needs.  \n  \nMistress Roberta strode confidently up to the kneeling dog  \nand prodded his furry tail with her hunting boot. \"... stretch  \na bit. Isn't that what you mean, dog?\" Of course everyone knew  \nit was an African-American in the Dalmatian suit, but Mistress  \nwas keeping to role.  \n  \nThe Dalboy didn't flinch at the rude bootwork. In fact I saw his  \nface, and his eyes light up as she worked his anchor. She was  \nmaking it more difficult for the young man to think clearly,  \nand both of them enjoyed the distraction.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; But of course everyone there was adult, and I heard a few snickers  \nfrom our guests. The Dalboy was saying I needed to open my g-string  \ncup and mark awhile. With my ankles still in steel cuffs but  \nunchained, I could run at full stride, and with a few inches  \nbetween my wrist cuffs, I could even balance.  \n  \nI was given a few minutes to take care of my needs, and Mistress  \nRoberta suggested the dogs of all genders (there're more than  \ntwo!) take the time to go off and find their own trees. If  \nyou've never seen a pack of submissives keeping to their dog  \nroles while relieving their human tensions, it's rather amusing.  \n  \nJust make sure to aim away from the fur! Even the girls took the  \ntime as I got up and stretched. I begged my captors' indulgence,  \nand the Hunt Club maintenance workers grinned and shooed me off,  \nup the path towards the fifth fork.  \n  \nI heard the long bugle call of Master Alfonse getting his hunting  \npack organised again. And we were off! Fox, hounds and horses  \npounded the dirt path as the double blue flashed past.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \\*  \n  \nAs this group of guests were Beginners, I let them see my red fox  \ntail as I ran down the path. Master Rosen slipped me something as  \nI walked past him to empty myself, and I'm pretty sure it was for  \nmy ankle. He winked at me as if to say, \"I'm not done with \\*you\\*,  \nfox, you're gonna come back here soon!\"  \n  \nWhich I was willing to do, now I knew he wasn't just going to hurt  \nme. I think I've said I enjoy a mild spanking, and I \\*did\\* enjoy  \nhis anchor work. I had to get my mind back on my duty to provide  \na fun hunt.  \n  \nNow remember my capture was at the fourth station, and I was headed  \nfor the fifth. I decided to take the left fork this time just to  \navoid being boring, and rolled to flatten the grass as I broke a  \nfew leaves off a friendly tree.  \n  \nIt was my duty to mark the alternate trail for the Beginners. Of  \ncourse Stan and Alice milled around like dogs getting the scent,  \nso that delayed the pack a few minutes. The Hunters had a chance  \nto catch up to the Hunt Club's dogs, and I'd left the energy drink  \nbottle when I bent over to roll.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; At the fifth fork I was still jogging strong, because the Beginner  \npaths are fairly smooth, aimed between the hills. It was time to  \ngo South, to close in on the Lounge, and I'd already been tricky  \nenough, so I jinked right instead.  \n  \nNow the North Fork goes past a frog pond and it's a bit swampy. I  \nthought about trying to use a leafy branch to blot out my pawprints,  \nbut of course that would leave its own trail sign. I turned around  \nand jogged backwards for about fifty feet,  \n  \nWhat I was curious about was whether or not any of the Beginner  \nHunt people would notice the prints made by the leather spacers  \non my ballet slippers pointed the wrong way. I know animal foxes  \nare supposed to be tricksters and mischievous.  \n  \nSo I tried to pretend I was sly and foxy. I wiggled my rump to let  \nthe tail anchor move around and give me a thrill, while making the  \nfake bushy tail swish and show the red marking.  \n  \nI turned carefully while jogging so I didn't twist either ankle.  \nI think I said how much I enjoyed the heavy steel on my ankles  \nand wrists, and since my wrist cuffs were chained about four  \ninches apart in front of me, I could wipe sweat off my face  \nand stroke the snoutcuff.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I liked its weight too, and the fact it was strapped around my  \nreal head. I think a real fox might learn to enjoy the restraint  \nand become tamed, even if he isn't one of those Russian farm-  \nbred pets. I wonder if any of the Hunt Clubs around the Main  \nLine have a submissive woman from that part of the world.  \n  \nAs I've said, we submissives still have minds, and since I wasn't  \nin the bondage cage anymore getting my tail anchor played with, I  \nwasn't squishy in the mind anymore. I passed the frog pond, and  \nsomebody jumped in while others just made a low-pitched gulping  \nnoise. Or maybe they belched.  \n  \nOK, past the fifth fork, and on the home stretch! The sixth fork  \nisn't really a decision, since both paths run parallel. I chose  \nthe lower one to see if the riders could duck down under the trees,  \nand since I didn't hear any baying or galloping I felt naughty.  \n  \nSo I opened my g-string cup and marked the low alternative. As a  \nmale I can mark while I'm jogging, and that's why I said I felt  \nnaughty. Since the hunts are on private property I probably could  \njust leave myself out like a real fox or dog.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \\*  \n  \nI'm pretty sure nobody would really care, and I'm perfectly used  \nto seeing nude men and women submissives in the undressing room,  \nthe showers and the kennel. We've all seen the parts before, and  \nsimply being nude isn't sexual.  \n  \nBut I was getting close to the driveway and the manicured lawn, so  \nI rather reluctantly tucked myself away and closed the cup while I  \nkept on. I got a giggle thinking about our usual fox Alice, and  \nwondered if she'd undone her furry bra or panties while jogging  \nthough the woods.  \n  \nI think you'd like seeing a sexy well-toned young woman wearing  \njust fake fox ears and tail, standing completely nude so you could  \nget a good look. Or kneeling at your feet, showing her yummy curves.  \n  \nAnyway, as I jogged along the double-blue back to the lawn, I  \nheard a commotion back behind me and I slowed down to turn and  \nlook. Somebody had managed to get confused by the fox pawprints  \nfacing away from the pond and had let their horse sink into the  \nswampy area around the pond.  \n  \nNow, horses have thin legs to hold all their weight. Their hooves  \nare actually toenails and what looks like knees bent backwards are  \nactually ankles. The real knee is hidden in the flank fur, and  \nthat's a lower leg you see, not a thigh.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Anyway, horsie wasn't hurt, and the rider didn't fall off into  \nthe pond. I'm not strong enough to carry a person when I role-play  \na horse, but I do enjoy the harness and reins. I'm learning to  \nbalance in the ponyboots, which hold my ankles extended with my  \nheels in the air.  \n  \nAnyway, I was almost at the Lodge, and nobody had caught up with  \nme. Maybe I should slow down as if I'm winded, which isn't actually  \ntoo far from the truth. But Master Alfonse had told me to give the  \nBeginners a good run, and he didn't say let them catch me.  \n  \nOf course, I'd already been captured and released by Masters Rosen  \nand Williams, and I hadn't forgotten about returning to their cabin.  \nI wanted to return their steel restraints too, since I couldn't get  \nthe fox mask off with the snoutcuff locked on my head.  \n  \nBut I needn't have worried about evading the hunt. Just before I got  \nto the driveway and courtyard, I felt a pull on my leash. Yes I know,  \na real fox wouldn't have one, but I'm a human submissive and I'd been  \nleashed by a Master. He hadn't said I was allowed to remove it.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I was startled to feel the pull. Somehow the hand loop had gotten  \nuntied and it had tangled in an irrigation fixture. I knew not to  \ndamage the Hunt Club's property. And I was a well-trained boy who  \nknew to kneel at a leash tug.  \n  \nI didn't even think, I just stopped and fell to my knees. I heard the  \nbaying of the dog pack as they ran up, and surrounded me as if they'd  \ncaught me. They were role-playing dogs, and I was the fox. I tried to  \npretend I'd been caught and had to snap at the dogs, but of course my  \nsnoutcuff stopped me.  \n  \nEven though it wasn't \\*my\\* snout, and I could easily talk and bite,  \nmy human teeth don't match a dog's forty-two and elongated jaws. Or  \na fox's, which is a vulpine while dogs are canine. We're all canids.  \n  \n\\*  \n  \nAnyway, I hadn't made it to the Lounge cabin and safety. I've never  \nseen Alice run as a fox with a leash, although she's certainly been  \nleashed as a submissive girl plenty of times. Also as a captured vixen.  \n  \nI'd lost the hunt. I hoped the Beginners weren't too disappointed,  \nso I let the dogs pounce on me and roll me over like dogs subduing  \na vulpine. If I haven't said it before, I really like being held  \ndown and subdued.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Anyway, Master Alfonse cantered up, I mean his horse did and he rode  \nit. He seemed pleased that his hunting dogs had stopped me from getting  \naway, and let them mock-bite me to make me stop trying to get away.  \n  \nAs the rest of the guests came up on their horses, they heard their  \nHuntMaster sound his horn and grab me by the scruff of my neck as a  \nvictory prize. I sure hoped they weren't gonna cut my tail off and  \ngive it to a guest as a prize.  \n  \nOf course, it was a fake tail and it wouldn't hurt to remove it.  \nThey could detach the tail from my anchor easily enough, and the  \ngift shop sells plaques with fox tails as souvenirs. But the guests  \nhadn't caught me.  \n  \nNow, I may not have mentioned what happens if a fox wins the hunt.  \nIf foxes get to the cabin, they're safe, and when they wait for  \nthe hunters, they can get down on all fours and stretch, then  \nget up and wander away.  \n  \nOf course it's a submissive boy or girl in the costume, and when  \nthe hunt's done, we go back to the undressing room and let the  \nvalet undress us. It's the valet's job to see that the fake fur  \nisn't damaged or the costume torn, and to get the mud off.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I think I said the fake fur is water-resistant. After we've been in  \na few hunts we get to learn how to care for the fur. Low-pressure  \ncold water rinses the major mud off, and it's held up so it drains.  \nMore water pushes the fur up and gets to the rest of the dirt.  \n  \nThen air pushes the fur around to let it dry from the undercoat out.  \nThe fake fur is bonded to a loose nylon net, rather like a screen,  \nand it lets our sweat out so it's not too hot even in summer.  \n  \nThe sweat gets rinsed off from inside the costume after it's removed.  \nSometimes we have to air-dry it, and it's forced warm (not hot) air  \nto avoid damage. I'm not sure how the valet combs the outside fur,  \nI suppose it takes lots of practice to remove fur mats without  \npulling the fake fur out.  \n  \nAnyway, without the fake fur we're practically nude. They even take  \nthe fake tail, but leave the anchor. It feels odd without the tail  \nbrushing our bare rumps around the g-strings, but that anchor feels  \ngood wiggling around in our rumps. Most times we get to keep the  \nfurry ears and snout mask on.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Because we're still role playing dogs or foxes, we just let the valet  \ntake our costumes to clean and dry, and we go back to the undressing  \nroom. There's a special tail-anchor bidet in the Enema Room next to  \nthe showers, and I'm sure you know we remove the anchor and rinse it  \noff.  \n  \nThen we empty ourselves again, and reapply the anchor. It feels so  \nempty and lonely when it's out! When I have to get dressed to go back  \nto Vanilla World I'm always sad. But I've got a life outside the Hunt  \nClub and it's not my anchor, just the one they've assigned to me.  \n  \nGiggle, I never told you about the fitting room! I figured y'all  \ndidn't care for the details. Maybe you just want me to shut up  \nand get on with being a fox. And what happens to the losers.  \n  \n\\*  \n  \nWell, I was one this time. My first try at being the prey had gone  \nfairly well, and most of the guests were satisfied. In fact, most of  \nthem crowded around the run where I was taken and leashed to a post.  \n  \nA real fox would have been caught and tied too. It'd fight, until  \nthe dogs beat it up enough. So we gave the guests some more enjoyment  \nwatching Stan and Leroy bait me and knock me down. What I liked was  \nwhen the sexy Beagle bitch padded over and sat on me.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Now if you think about her furry bra rubbing against my chest as she  \nrolled me over and sat on me, you might like the furry panties on my  \ncrotch. Alice made sure to hold me down and dominate me, and I \\*was\\*  \na twenty-some human male.  \n  \nWell, this is an adult story so you can guess what Alice made me do.  \nYes, right there in public with everyone watching. While the pack dogs  \ntook advantage of the steel wrist and ankle cuffs, Mistress Roberta  \nunlocked the short chain while Master Ernest held my wrists.  \n  \nI wasn't allowed to even struggle as they spread my arms and legs  \nand chained me down. You may have been wondering what all those  \nsteel rings set in the walls and floor are used for. I hadn't  \nbeen allowed to undress or clean up, and I was muddy from the hunt.  \n  \nI was going to have to show myself to everyone as the pack chained  \nme spread-eagled on the Lounge hunt tropy room floor. Several doggy  \nbitches started removing my furry costume arms and legs, slowly  \nrevealing my tanned skin with a sheen of sweat.  \n  \nOf course my male, uh, musk was stronger when I exercised, and Master  \nAlfonse told two of the Dalmatians to make sure my g-string wasn't  \ndisturbed. The problem was, I'm a healthy young adult male, and Alice  \nthe sexy subbe was sitting on my crotch removing the velcro seams  \non the two costume arms.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I'm sure you know what happened. My human cock woke up, and since  \nI don't have a canid baculum to hold it (there \\*is\\* a surgery for  \nimplant) I have to do all the work with hydraulics.  \n  \nMy blood was running hot from the exercise, and now I was held,  \n\\*very\\* securely, I started to give in to the inevitable shudder  \nof submissive pleasure. None of the Hunt club guests was a vanilla,  \nand they didn't mind seeing me being stripped.  \n  \nIf you've never worn a tail anchored deeply in your rump, you don't  \nknow how \\*very\\* good I felt to have it wiggled around. Now the tail  \nitself is fake, so I don't get any feeling from being fondled. I  \nthink I'd like a real tail to swish around...  \n  \nOK, I'm on the carpet spread out with a sexy woman on me. See, I  \ntold you there's a lot of pleasure in submission.  \n  \n\\*  \n  \nNow this next part has sexual situations and descriptions. If you  \nwere offended by Alice sitting on me and stripping me, skip ahead.  \nBut then why read this story after being warned its adult?  \n  \nWhile the dogs and I were in the Hunt Club lounge with the paying  \nguests, we had another little itch we needed scratched. I was  \nchained securely and Alice had removed the furry costume.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; All I had left was my fake fox ears, the snout mask with steel cuff  \nlocked around my real head, the skimpy g-string and ballet slippers.  \nOh, and the heavy steel ankle and wrist cuffs. If I'd called yellow  \non the role play someone would have unchained my wrists.  \n  \nThat's the rule, this isn't /Roots/ slavery, it's just consensual  \nbondage under the Safe Sane and Consensual Guidelines for Adult  \nBDSM Role play.  \n  \nHowever, I wasn't really being hurt, and I'm not a quitter. It's a  \npoint of honor that I can take a little rough handling. And Alice  \nwas being only slightly rough, holding me down and sitting on me.  \n  \nNow she'd been running with the pack, and she and the other bitches  \nwere physically warm with increased heart rates. I was a caught fox,  \nand I dunno what real dogs do to real foxes.  \n  \nWhat Alice did was let the audience watch her strip me, and she took  \nsome time rubbing my arms and legs with the fake fur as she removed  \nit. It was for the entertainment of paying guests, not me. But I  \ncouldn't help responding as a young adult male, and I'm enough of  \na sub I don't get embarrassed being shown.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The only thing between my naughties and Alice's furry panties was  \nmy cup, and she giggled as she saw my cock stirring within the  \nlong pouch made for it. In case I haven't mentioned it, the g-  \nstrings we wear hold a male's assets up and out, and separate  \nthem to become a display covered only by the rough unbleached cloth.  \n  \nSo it's not just your department-store men's bikini briefs. These  \ncover males decently but not at all modestly. Modesty is for free  \npeople anyway. I don't miss it, but I have to be careful back in  \nvanilla land.  \n  \nWith a sexy hot bitch rubbing me in exciting places and swatting  \nmy rear around the fake tail, I was in no condition to refuse her  \ndesires. Alice began to dominate me, and force me to respond to  \nher as a male. I was willing to obey her.  \n  \nShe still wore the Beagle costume, furry arms and legs, floppy  \nears and dog snout mask. She took advantage of me chained spread  \nout under her, and bent down to rub my abs and chest with her  \nsnout. I had no choice but to enjoy it, and I was fading off  \nto squishy land again.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Now if I'm really being shown, a woman orders me to lick her. As  \na dog I'm on my knees and I crawl to her. Then I bend down and  \nlick her feet, first her right foot's outer side, then inner  \nside, left inner side, left outer side.  \n  \nAnd I lick from her toes all the way back to her ankles. If I'm  \nallowed, I lick back to her heels and the tops of her arches,  \nthen go back to her toes. If you've never had a submissive lick  \nyour feet, please come and rent one.  \n  \nOr return if you have been licked. We're role-playing dogs and  \nthey lick feet. Real dogs have nice long wide wet tongues, but  \nI have to keep wetting mine in my mouth.  \n  \n\\*  \n  \nAnyway, Alice was rubbing my chest with her leather dog mask, and  \nI was going squishy-minded and started to moan. Even the laughter  \nfrom the guests as I became more like a beast failed to stop me  \nfrom enjoying her teasing.  \n  \nOf course a male can only take so much teasing before stiffening.  \nI begged Alice to release me, and she giggled because we both knew  \nit wasn't my arms and legs I wanted released.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I wanted Alice to open my g-string cup and let my cock stiffen in  \nthe sleeve. It hold a male quite delightfully as he enlarges, and  \nkeeps the blood in so he doesn't go flaccid.  \n  \nBut a woman can't get her own relief that way, and Alice was in  \nneed of some male meat. I wish real foxes would be forced to  \npleasure their captors instead of hurting them. Everyone would  \nbe a lot happier.  \n  \nI was helpless, lying chained at Alice's mercy. Of course she's a  \nsubbe, not a Domme, so she was pausing to let anyone stop her if  \nthey wanted. Nobody did, so she stroked her own panties, and you  \nmay not know the fur is just worn like a belt over it.  \n  \nAlice slipped her panties off, right there in public, because she's  \na subbe and her contract says it's ok. As the dogs hovering nearby  \ncaught her scent, even the Beginners noticed how willing she was  \nfor sex.  \n  \nNow of course women take more teasing to get interested than men,  \nand Alice had been rubbing herself every once in a while during the  \nentire hunt. I never knew it before, but that's why she dog-yapped  \noff-key.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; My cock was exposed but my balls still bulged in my g-string cup.  \nAlice put her hands on her own hips and rubbed up her own flanks  \nto get my interest. She moved to the underside of her furry bra  \nand bounced her yummy breasts slowly and took time to enjoy herself.  \n  \nYou've probably guessed that I know they're yummy from seeing the  \nshape, fondling and groping them, and licking them in their bra.  \nThey do taste quite good, and with her exercise sweat the scent  \nwas keeping me hard.  \n  \nAlice reluctantly left off feeling herself when Mistress Roberta  \ngently poked Alice's Beagle tail. It was time for the sex, and  \nI'm glad that a captive is allowed pleasure.  \n  \nAlice's uncovered crotch stroked against my leg, and we both liked  \nit. She slid up and down me, still outside her, until she stimulated  \nherself enough to make her labia puffy and her clit wake up.  \n  \nI wanted her, and I was squishy enough I forgot to ask first. I  \nbucked my hips up against her, and she knew I was willing to serve  \nher pleasure. As her opening brushed against me, my engorged pleasure  \norgan slipped against her and requested entry.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \\*  \n  \nMy sword rose to the challenge of her portcullis as she forced my  \nentry into her. I later found out the crowd appreciated her power  \nover me as she engulfed me in her hot moist sheath.  \n  \nI was only aware of the intimate caress of her tunnel and my struggle  \nto remain hard inside her. I bucked under her, slipping myself deeper  \nand harder, and she used her weight against my chained body to impale  \nherself.  \n  \nSo apparently Alice enjoyed my organ and wanted to make the most of  \nit. Some part of my animal brain knew how to please her, because the  \nrest was too squishy to think straight.  \n  \nYes, I know. Alice was role-playing a Beagle bitch and I was a fox  \ntod, so we should have been having sex doggie-style. But then I  \nwouldn't be flat on my back with the fake tail between my wide-  \nspread legs, and Alice wouldn't be driving the anchor so deliciously  \ndeep in my rear, caressing my prostate and squishifying my mind.  \n  \nAlice has certainly enjoyed my efforts in that regard. As subbe and  \nsub, we're both happy to take a little pain to provide pleasure to  \nanother, and as Alice was dominating me it was her pleasure that  \nwas important.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; As I increased speed under Alice, she increased her rubbing over  \nmy stiff organ, controlling the sex and using me as a living toy.  \nAs she moved with me, my cock almost exited her, and then thrust  \nroughly deep inside.  \n  \nThe veins of my cock stroked inside her cunt and she enjoyed it.  \nThe roughness of her power distracted me from cumming too soon,  \nand I'm sure that's why she chose such a vigorous technique.  \n  \nI was surprised Alice was so rough, so Domme. It was a side of her  \nI hadn't seen before. Sure we've had rough sex, but it was always  \nat a man's direct order. Men like to see us subs get roughed up.  \n  \nWomen tend to demand more handling, licking, caressing, kissing  \nof their heating bodies. But since that could easily lead to male  \ndomination the subs are always restrained, often chained on their  \nbacks so the woman has control.  \n  \nI wanted to lick, caress and kiss Alice, I needed to prove to the  \nHunt Club's guests, employees, subs and subbes that the fox was  \nvery tame, very submissive to their demands. I was trained to  \nplease, and I hardly ever call yellow on the rough roleplay.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; And I needed to prove to the male and female dogs in the hunting  \npack that I was subdued, and they didn't need to bite or scratch.  \nI think I said I was mind-squishy, and part of it was the fact  \nthat the pack surrounded me and took turns worrying my fingers,  \nhands, wrists, forearms, elbow, upper arms and shoulders.  \n  \nAs well as my toes, feet, ankles, shins, calves, knees, thighs and  \nhips. We were all displays for the free men and women. As Alice was  \non top of me it was her right to play with my chained body, and as  \nshe took liberties with my flesh the repeated waves of pleasure  \nwashed over me.  \n  \nThe rest of my mind went away and I wasn't aware of who was forcing  \nmy responses. This is why I love being submissive, the freedom to  \njust take the strong jolts as my muscles convulse with pleasure.  \nIt's why I signed the contract, and why my life outside the Hunt  \nClub was receding into dream.  \n  \n\\*  \n  \nThe hunt pack was trying to distract me from Alice's bare breasts  \nbouncing against her, and my chest as she bent down to rub my snout  \nwith hers. In all the rough sex she was forcing on me, she'd exposed  \nmy crotch and removed her furry panties and bra.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; But she left the fake fox mask on me, and she was still wearing her  \nBeagle snout. The weight of the steel snoutcuff made it difficult  \nfor me to look down my body at her bare thighs, or look her in the  \nface. The fact our mouths were covered prevented us from kissing,  \nand kept her from giving in to her natural submissive desire to  \nbeg me to control her.  \n  \nHaving human sex while wearing a snout mask wasn't one of my fetishes  \nbefore college. Well, I was interested in sex, but I mean the leather  \nstuff was new. I'd been restrained during sex once before, but it was  \njust a kink till I met Alfonse Harriman, and he brought me into the  \nsub lifestyle.  \n  \nWell, as you know, women have more stamina when it cums to sex. One  \nof the main things they teach submissive men is self-denial, and it's  \neasier to refrain completely than to hold back while a sexy hot female  \nworks on you. Trust me on this, OK?  \n  \nAnd c'mon over to get trained and find out all about submission  \nyourself.  \n  \n\\*  \n  \nI was unable to resist Alice's forceful use of my body for long. I  \nloved her power over me as she bounced up and down on my captive organ,  \nand I wanted her to enjoy my changing angle of attack and twisting, but  \nI was chained tightly and she controlled my hips.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Alice was moaning her enjoyment of my efforts under her, and I was  \ngroaning my appreciation of her gift. All to soon I felt my balls  \ntingle and rise, still held warm, up and out, separated by the g-  \nstring cup. My breathing had become erratic, and I don't know if  \nI was hyperventilating or struggling with lack of oxygen from  \nthe exercise.  \n  \nI couldn't seem to remember the words to beg her to finish me. I just  \nreleased my hot seed into her warm tunnel, trying to reach the end and  \npaint her innards. With a final scream of pleasure, I fell back like  \na sack of grain, and Alice screamed her pleasure just a very-rapid-  \nheartbeat later.  \n  \nShe collapsed on me, and kept a strong grip on my cock with her cuntal  \nmuscles. I really wish I'd gotten that baculum surgery, so I could  \nremain semi-erect inside her. What I really wish is that I could  \nget a knot installed just like a real canid, so she'd have something  \nto hold onto.  \n  \nWhy should animal dogs and foxes have all the fun?  \n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"HumanFox","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/619066-fox-hunt-3.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/717361-fox-hunt-5.json"}}